/lit/ - Literature

Well they are good poets.

I recommend reading William Butler Yeats, T.S. Eliot, William Carlos Williams, and W.H. Auden.

Ogden Nash.

Oh while I'm here--- poetry about insanity is also desired.

Gonna check out Ogden Nash now, thanks.

>>959674
whoops, didn't see this post. Thank you, too. A lot of these names sound familiar.

Emily Dickinson.

>>great flow and impact, mostly gloomy stuff

Thomas Lovell Beddoes, "Death's Jest-Book" and lyrics
James Thompson (B.V.), "City of Dreadful Night"
A.C. Swinburne, "Dolores", "Anactoria", "Atalanta in Calydon" and anything in "Poems & Ballads"
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, "The House of Life"
Robert Browning, "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came"
TS Eliot, "The Waste Land", "Gerontion"
Arthur Rimbaud, "A Season in Hell"
Lautreamont, "Chants du Maldoror"
Richard Hugo, "Degrees of Gray in Phillipsburg"
Thomas Hardy, "Satires of Circumstance"
Edgar Lee Masters, "Spoon River Anthology"

>>959723

This list reminded me of Edgar Arlington Robinson "Luke Havergal"

I love you /lit/.

Fuck it, I'll post the poem...is this the type of poem you're looking for OP?

Luke Havergal
By E.A. Robinson

Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
And in the twilight wait for what will come.
The leaves will whisper there of her, and some,
Like flying words, will strike you as they fall;
But go, and if you listen she will call.
Go the western gate, Luke Havergal—
Luke Havergal.

No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies
To rift the fiery night that's in your eyes;
But there, where western glooms are gathering,
The dark will end the dark, if anything:
God slays Himself with every leaf that flies,
And hell is more than half of paradise.
No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies—
In eastern skies.

Out of a grave I come to tell you this,
Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss
That flames upon your forehead with a glow
That blinds you to the way that you must go.
Yes, there is yet one way to where she is,
Bitter, but one that faith may never miss.
Out of a grave I come to tell you this—
To tell you this.

There is the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There are the crimson leaves upon the wall.
Go, for the winds are tearing them away,—
Nor think to riddle the dead words they say,
Nor any more to feel them as they fall;
But go, and if you trust her she will call.
There is the western gate, Luke Havergal—
Luke Havergal.

>>959655
"Richard Cory" by Edwin Arlington Robinson

>>959760
Sort of... I'm kind of looking for a more tortured tone though.
When I began this quest I had the line from the Edgar Allen Poe poem stuck in my head:

"And by strange alchemy of brain His pleasures always turned to pain-- His naiveté to wild desire-- His wit to love-his wine to fire-- And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy..."

And so I'm just kind of seeking to broaden my horizons, I guess.

>>959776

Ah the tortured goth type of poems. I'm not really familiar with anyone other than Poe, but look to French poets...names that escape me at the moment...you might like Sartre (not poetry, but his fiction is quite good).

>>959760
Bitch got the right idea.

>>959766
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean-favoured and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good Morning!" and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich, yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine -- we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet in his head.

>>959791

OP probably wants Baudelaire, although I'm not sure how well it translates.

>>959791
Thing is, I can't really find much of that without looking like a depressed tween, can I?

>>959803

Sartre, Baudelaire...tween? WTF?!

For reals, you'd be called a tween if you read Twilight in public and in private.

I think most of /lit/ approves of Sartre and Baudelaire. This list should help too (mostly fiction, but you're looking for the mood you want in any form).

>>959795

Thanks for posting this...E.A. Robinson is probably one of the most underrated poet coming out from Modernism. But I'm glad people remember him and his work.

>>959847
Just making sure. ;o
Thanks.

Lermontov FTsadrussianW

Philip Larkin-This Be The Verse
Stevie Smith-Not Waving But Drowning
Anne Sexton-anything
W.H. Auden- Musee des Beaux Arts
W.B. Yeats-anything
T.S. Eliot-The Hollow Men